The busty women stood in a half-circle around Drew, Laurie at his shoulder. He eyed them with annoyance. He had gathered them here to organise them into search parties; the clown had told him that his friends could not escape the park whilst it was still night, so they must be somewhere nearby. It was just a matter of locating them.
That was when he had been given the bad news. Not only had Sally and Jessica been spotted, they had been surrounded. They
should
have been captured. But yet, they had not.
"What do you mean, they evaded you?" Drew said, advancing on Mary.
The big-titted brunette raised her hands apologetically, fear in her eyes. "I'm sorry! They were too quick. For all of us." She gestured round at the assembled women. Every single one was a ghost, killed by the clown over the course of many years, each added to his personal collection of buxom fucktoys. And now he wanted two more - Drew's friends. Drew was determined to catch them for him.
Not least because that power over the women had now been shared with Drew. It was a power he already revelled in. He saw another opportunity to use it.
"You useless bitch," he growled at Mary, the ponytailed brunette shrinking back at his anger. He reached out, grabbing her right tit, squeezing the globe too harshly. She yelped in pain, but did not pull away, and he brought both hands to bear on her chest pillows. "You let them go? I'll show you what happens to failures."
She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with terror as he reached up to grab her head, his hands wrapping around the base of her ponytail. Then he forced her to her knees. Reaching for his jumpsuit, he pulled out his albino cock - made so by his transformation into another clown - and waved it in front of her face. He had rapidly grown hard, staring at Mary's body, and the feel of her hooters in his hands had done the rest of the work.
"Open your fucking whore mouth," he spat, pushing his cock against the brunette's lips. She opened them, willingly taking her punishment, her eyes speaking of her fear even as he immediately thrust his dick into her throat.
She gagged, saliva spewing forth, but he did not stop. Instead, Drew reached to hold her head with his other hand, too, and started to thrust roughly into the pretty ghost's mouth. She might have been dead, but she was still warm and tight. And the look of fear in her eyes as his cock ploughed her esophagus almost drove him over the edge.
He looked around at the assembled group. Each was a beautiful, busty woman - the clown chose his victims well - and each looked scared that they might be next. The only woman not looking terrified was Laurie, who stood just behind Drew, a smirk on her lips as she took in the scene.
Drew glared at the women. "You see what happens when you fail me?" he said low, staring round. "You see what I do to you?" With that, he pushed Mary's head fully onto his dick, forcing himself down her throat. She gagged, her eyes rolling back, and flailed slightly. He held her there as he carried on talking.
"I want search parties. Groups of three of you, scouring this park. It's not big enough for them to hide forever, and there are enough of us. When you find them, catch them, or if they're still all together then call for help." He started to saw his hips, fucking Mary's wonderful throat. She gagged repeatedly, the whites of her eyes showing, and he moved one hand to hold her cheek for better support. "Do you understand?" The women nodded.
His friends were another matter. On the one hand, they were in the way; an obstacle to be removed. On the other, the clown had told him that the best way to kill them was to let the women suck the life force out of them, quite literally, via their dicks. Drew was well aware that such opportunities were unlikely now - his friends were too scared to be accepting blowjobs from busty women trying to kill them - but he wanted to know what it felt like. Apparently the women
shared
that energy once they had collected it. He had not been there to partake in Paul's life force; he needed them to collect someone else's.
Still, that would have to wait for the future. For now, he needed his friends dead. He eyed the assembled women again as Mary's throat tightened around his prick's brutal incursion. "With the men, simply kill them. I know you prefer to suck them to death, but we won't get the chance now. Kill them however you can, and however you want to. Just get them out of the way. Now fetch me those women!"
The women murmured their understanding of his orders then quickly dispersed in groups of three, spreading out to search the amusement park. Drew grinned, looking back down at the brunette who spasmed in his grasp. His cock assaulted her mouth quickly now, and Mary sobbed between wretching gags. Dead or not, she could clearly still feel pain.
"This is what you get for failing me," he hissed. He could feel himself getting close. He gripped her head more tightly, using it as leverage as he forced his prick down her throat. Then with a rapturous cry, he came, his jizz splashing in great waves down her esophagus.
He pulled out, grinning wickedly as Mary spluttered and gasped, falling back onto her ass and lying sobbing at his feet. Her eyes refocused, the look of fear on her face not diminished, and he crouched down.
Taking hold of one of her massive tits, he gave it a rough squeeze. "Don't fail me again, Mary. Next time, I might not be so forgiving."
***
Jack reached out to grab Sally's arm. She spun at his touch, her eyes wide, and he gestured for her to crouch. Reluctantly, she did.
The blonde was going to get them killed. She was too eager - too headstrong. He knew she was hurting, knowing that Paul was dead, but she was running straight into danger and he didn't want to end up there with her.
"We need to slow down," he said. "We're going to run straight into a group of those women if we're not careful."
She stared at him, something approaching anger in her eyes. Slowly,
very
slowly, she nodded. "Alright."
"Where are we going first? We need a plan," he whispered, pleased she had seen at least some sense. If they were going to find Mark they needed to stay hidden.
"Mark was with us when we were in the parade ground. We lost him when we ran past the rollercoaster. Maybe he's there."
"And Drew?"
Sally's lips twisted into a sneer. "He went to the circus tent, didn't he? Little perv is probably loving this."
"Loving being hunted and killed? Have a fucking soul, Sally," Jack snapped. Creep or not, Drew did not deserve to die.
She sighed. "You're right. Even Drew wouldn't be enjoying this. Shall we check out the rollercoaster?"
Jack nodded. The shape loomed large ahead of them, foreboding and eerie under the floodlights. "Perfect," he muttered.
They moved off.
***
Kevin stood in front of the chain link fence, cold fear filling his body. He, Jessica and Amber had fled to the outskirts of the amusement park, stumbling through the pitch blackness until they came across the fence. Where before it had been tattered and broken in places, it was now pristine.
Whatsmore, it was taller than it had been before. Kevin had already attempted to climb it once, only to find it slimy and wet, his fingers not able to find purchase upon its oily surface. They would have no luck climbing it.
"We'll have to find the entrance," he whispered, and the two women looked at him. Jessica had panic written in her eyes but, to her credit, she did not express that emotion outwardly. Instead, she nodded, ignoring Amber, who sidled up to stand next to Kevin.
The buxom blonde wrapped an arm around his waist, burying her head in the crook of his neck. He could feel her huge tits pressed against his arm, and he did his best to ignore the wonderful feel of the boobs against him. Jessica stared daggers at Amber a moment, then spun away and started walking.
"It'll be alright," he said softly to Amber as they moved off after the redhead. "We'll be alright."
She pulled her head away to smile at him sweetly, then stood more straight so that they could hurry after Jessica.
They skirted the edges until they found the main entrance, and Kevin heard Jessica curse under her breath. It was just as tall, and just as impossible to climb. Layers of bolts and locks, an almost comically absurd number, dotted it to keep it firmly closed, and he knew they'd have no luck there.
"What the fuck do we do?" he said softly. "We're fucking stuck here."
Jessica looked at him with narrowed us, warning him without words not to start freaking out. He swallowed, nodding back in agreement. He had to keep calm. Then the redhead gazed back into the park, and pointed at something.
"How about there?" she said. Kevin followed the line of her finger and realised she was gesturing towards the ferris wheel. It was fairly large, one of the bigger he had seen at a fairground like this, with decent-sized pods. They were not enclosed, but they did have walls and a canopy; if they crouched down they could probably remain hidden there.
"Seems as good an idea as any," he agreed, peering at it again. It was not far away at all; they could be there within a few minutes. Not that he knew what they'd do once they got there, but hiding was surely better than being out in the open.
Movement in the distance caught his attention, and he hissed under his breath. The two women turned and froze as they saw the group, too. Three silhouettes seemed to be scanning the fairground, and though Kevin and his companions were hidden in the shadows they would be seen if the group came much closer.
He crept forward until he was standing by Jessica's side. "Shall we go around them?" He did not know why he was allowing Jessica to make the decisions, but she seemed more capable than him. And for all Amber's sweetness, she did not appear the sort to take control in a crisis.
